Demon Lord's Reincarnation

One more day passed, and finally, the undead army could now be seen marching from the horizon. The adventurers, knights, mages, archers, and normal foot soldiers were feeling a bit unnerved by the sight. Even though the undead army was so far away the people on the walls of Grenton, could still see the massive army that looks like an ocean of undead. If that wasn't intimidating enough the ground was actually shaking from the march of the undead. You could even hear the clanking of their armor as the slowly approached the town of Grenton.

Seeing that sight coupled with the other factors made some of the adventurers shiver in fear as they started to flee from their positions. The knights who would usually say something scornful, seeing this shameless act couldn't say anything. In truth, they felt a bit jealous that the adventurers could flee. If they did the same thing only death without honor awaited them.

The footmen were also scared, but unlike the adventurers who fought for fame and money, or the knights who fought for honor and hypocrisy, the footmen were fighting for their families that live in Grenton. These footmen were ordinary people that had little to no training, even though they were given weapons they had no idea how to use them. Still, they decided to fight since the lives of their families depended on them. Even though they were all holding crude shields, and spears, being covered by weak armor, and were trembling in fear, they stood at the front without backing down.

The mages, on the other hand, were looking at this whole fiasco differently. The enemy was an elder lich, one of the highest forms of undead. Its mastery of necromancy was second to none, and its ability to wield high-end spells was nothing to sneeze at.

Even if death was right in their faces, a true mage would never cower in fear and only continue to pursue the truths of the world.  There in front of them was a being that had glimpsed into the depths of magic that they could only dream about. If they were able to witness its prowess, then even death would be a worthy price to pay.

...

Hilda who was at the front of all the adventurers was still feeling a bit nervous but she never showed it in her face. Beside her were Lara, Valdel, Iselv, Kithra, Rachel, and Natasha. As the battle was nearing each one of them had different thoughts.

Lara was, as usual, thinking about how to make Ren happy. 'If I'm able to beat the Elder Lich that beat Ren, surely he would praise me to no end. Wait! What if he gets mad that I was the one to defeat the Elder Lich instead of him? Wait! what if he gets mad that I was thinking of him this way?!'

Valdel was strengthening his resolve as he watched the scared people of Grenton. 'It's finally my time to prove my worth, to see if I can truly become a hero. I won't just be a useless hero with nothing but ideals, I'll be a strong hero that can back up my beliefs! I will protect the people from evil, I will protect everyone's happiness!'

Iselv was clenching his Warhammer, his blood boiling in excitement. The feel of fear and death that was near him, made him feel somewhat excited more so than usual. He was confused at first but in the end, decided to accept it.

Kithra, was now holding onto a long magic staff that was a few inches taller than her. The magic staff she was holding had a glowing red orb floating at the tip. She was already chanting some spells and loading them as delayed spells. After chanting a few spells, Kithra proceeded to drink a potion that helps her regain some of her lost mana. It wasn't as effective as the ring of Olous but it was acceptable.

Rachel was getting excited that a huge battle was coming. She wasn't nearly satisfied with her battle against the undead dragon yesterday, so she was really excited to let loose today. This feeling of excitement of hers was unlike Ren's who naturally loved battle. This was the unique constitution of the holy maiden chosen by the God of War Hieus. The more dangerous the battle the more excited the holy maiden becomes. It could also be confused with sexual excitement.

Natasha, on the other hand, was thinking if she should be taking all the civilians and escorting them to the next town, or if she should stay here instead and help fight against the undead army. As the holy maiden of Tiditte the Goddess of Justice, she needed to weigh in which action did justice lay. In other words, she needed to see which action her Goddess wanted her to make.

...

As everyone was having their own thoughts about what's to come, the people saw something weird up in the skies. Two gigantic bodies came down from above the clouds and landed at the back of the undead army. Even though they were so far away, everyone from the walls of Grenton could see what the creatures were.

Mighty wings that gave them gain the nickname the ruler of the skies, large bodies that could make any other creature cower in fear. These were true apex predators, they were Dragons, though undead and simply moving bones the aura that they were emitting could be felt even from such a distance.

These two were unlike the young undead dragon from the other day, as these two were adult undead dragons, and were three times larger. The moment the people saw this, they who were on the brink of despair were now full in despair. Even Valdel who was usually so full of confidence in his desire to become a hero was for a fraction of a second felt that same tinge of despair.

Still, that only lasted for a moment as he gritted his teeth and tightly gripped the Zweihander in his hands.